| Here is one of my favorite hunting stories. It was the | | | | lunch when I heard a branch snap down this old semi |
| Montana elk hunting season of 2002. I was hunting | | | | grown in clear cut. I knelt down on one knee when |
| the high country searching for the elusive Wapiti. | | | | out of the timber came two rag horn bulls. I pulled |
| There was about two feet of snow & I was roughly | | | | my 7mm ultra to my shoulder took aim on the front |
| six miles from my truck, just starting to think about | | | | bull then the next, when something caught my eye. |